C o l d

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Draft: 26/03/18 07:44
Published: 27/03/18 19:01
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'Sometimes, to be a good friend, is to embrace them without saying anything. Even if it hurts you as well,'
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Jungkook was expecting a smile.

He was expecting [Y/n]'s happy grin, his smile reaching to his checks. He was expecting [Y/n]'s joyful and peaceful aura to consume him once again, taking him to a different land like it always did. He was expecting to be able to hold his hand like he was able to do when [Y/n] was distracted, touch his soft, smooth skin and caress it with his thumb.

He wasn't greeted with that.

As he was walking past the park that he and [Y/n] went to the first time they hung out, he saw a familiar figure inside there. They were hid away from the world in the trees and flowers that covered the grounds of the big park.

But Jungkook saw him.

Jungkook turned around from his original route and quickly walked over to the person. He moved away the spiky branches to reach the person hiding away from the light.

And he was met with [Y/n].

He was shaking, trembling and sobbing. His shoulders jerked up and down, his shrill sobs echoing from deep within the trees. His hair was messy and oily, looking as if he hadn't had a shower or bath in a long time. His uniform was wrecked, his dark crimson blazer wrinkled and his white polo shirt out of his trousers. His face was damp from tears streaking his delicate face.

So Jungkook hugged him.

He embraced [Y/n] tightly yet he was trembling as well. He was trembling because the person he held dear was crying and he didn't know why. [Y/n] wrapped his hands around desperately, sobbing into Jungkook's neck, trying to stop the searing pain in his heart, in his brain, and his stomach.

All Jungkook could do was hug [Y/n], be there for [Y/n] so he wouldn't feel like no one cared. He was scared that he would say something wrong; that he'd push [Y/n] further down the rabbit hole, never to be seen again. He was scared that he wouldn't be able to see the happy and caring smile [Y/n] always had for him. He was scared that, whatever [Y/n] went through that day, had scarred him too much that he'd never smile or talk or look the same as he was.

He was scared he'd hurt him.

So he just embraced him with his warmth, his smell, and his care. Becuase that was all he could do.

For now.